#C&BW #Benches
I had to think about this particular challenge
I mean…. what kind of bench?
One on a path in a park ?
Or Perhaps one by the water?
Decisions decisions…
eventually I took the decision to do both, both were taken in areas of my hometown, the first was taken with my Nikon in the green surroundings of the local park in Ordsall, in Salford, whilst the second saw me cross the Trafford Road, into Salford Quays.
Salford 26th August 2017
The aviators are circling again
looking for a suitable place to rest
whilst the sun is high in a northern sky
Gliding from roof to roof
checking out the pickings
in lined up gardens
Unafraid and Unabashed
to businesses back yards they’ll pip
for some chucked out fish (or stray chips)
Or land in someones home back yard
looking in food bins for some fish from a tin
or filleted bones that’s been left there in
In response to the prompt
My Home town has plenty of green space to go at…
Two canals, a river network that runs up northern tributaries to Lancashire, and south towards Cheshire
These canals and rivers meet up near the old dock at Salford Quays, formerly “Manchester Docks”, I walk that way when I either head for the tram bound for Eccles or when i’m on duty at the Northern Branch of the Imperial War Museum
Narrowboats at Castlefield’s Canal Basin – Part of the Canal Network
The Canal itself leads on through Manchester and other parts of the county.
The opportunities by the waterside have seen the waterways cleaned up and provide leisure for people all year round. Narrow boats are a regular sight on the canal network, and moorings line the route all the way to the point where the Irwell and Mersey meet
Roman Wall, at Castlefield, Manchester
Opposite the Canal Basin at Castlefield lie the Forum where open air events take place, The Museum of Science and Industry, with its Engines, Cars, and Aeroplanes and the Roman Wall, where the Roman Fort remains are in situ.
The Lowry in Salford – Topic of the poem “The Musical Place”
Soil – Image C/o UK Soil Association
source of growth
our garden plants depend on it
its home for all sorts of life
like worms, beetles and ants
such an important base needs nutrients
on certain mornings , water and fertiliser
is added , to let the seedlings and bulbs
lift their flowers into the sky and take root
some gardeners plant vegetables whilst
on season, others plant fruit trees
in certain climates, the soil will allow you to grow
local delicacies, such as bananas and pineapple
Salford, 14th April
A tale of #flowers and #jazzberryjam for the #coloryourworld challenge.
Colour of the Garden Hibiscus
it’s making a bit of a noise
but for fans of this wonderful flower
its a noise they all enjoy
attracting the birds and the butterflies
raising with visitors a smile
who will spend some time in the garden
enjoying the flowers for a while
#Coloryourworld #CYW #Fuschia
For some, they are seen floating in mid air
undercurrents of air gently lifting them up and down
seen amongst the green – they are the ballerinas of the garden
captivating the eye of the gardener and the
heart of the passer by as they perform their routine
it’s a wonder to see in the light of the morning sun
as a host of flowery dances take place – attracting the fauna.
Its quite easy being green
Watching the plants wake from the cold of winter
sprouting new shoots from barren branches
Calamatous cold conditions
giving way to glorious growth
watching wiry stems produce perfect petals
Evergreens look on proudly
as new growth comes from fallen seed
proud parent watching little seedlings
Rainbows of colour
pop through the carpet of lush greenery
from red through to violet – dotted round the borders
#Coloryourworld #cyw #flowers #bluebell
Bluebell
By Brian F Kirkham (inkdropk)
From deep among the woodland green
a musical flower sends out the call
swaying in the gentle breeze, it passes a message
from brother to sister it goes through the trees
as the messengers sway in the gentle wind
with the arrival of Spring
“wake up – one and all !
our message is clear
the winter has departed
and spring is now here…”
What’s that sound
That’s not above ground ?
Under your feet
and way down the street
below the grassy mound
somethings digging around
making its way
from point a to point b
wild creature moving
off home for some tea
and on way it moves soil
pushing grasses above head
making lawns lush
before heading for bed
In response to the daily post Nostalgia
Green Leaves….
they bring back memories of many an event.
Festivals and Fetes on the large patch of green opposite Nine Acre Court.
I always wondered if the name of the flats had anything to do with the Tudor hall nearby,
It brought back memories of visiting my Aunt in the flats near to Nine Acre, sadly no longer there…though Nine acre has had a facelift…Brick Red changed to white and blue from behind the park.
Days of being younger, in my hometown of Salford, where the metropolis outspread the greenspace.
Not that it wasn’t there – those who read my pieces on the local parks would tell you there were pockets of green to enjoy.
Walking through Ordsall , Peel and Buile Hill Parks in Spring, gave you a wonderful hit of the seasons…as the young played on swings and the older lads played football and the local crown green bowls clubs played on the bowling green
Blossoms covered the carpets of Green when the wind gently blew them off the trees branches. Swathes of green turned to a carpet of pink, yellow and white.
As the seasons changed – so did the colours – towards the end of summer the deciduous residents of Salford’s parks turned from green to yellow to red. eventually the leaves would turn brown and fall off the tree – and made a wonderful noise as you walked through them. If dry enough a crisp dry crunch as you stepped on them. Then during the winter, if lucky layers of snow would cover the ground like a canvas and the fallen leaves would shine like diamonds in the winter sun, painted by frost and snow.
